The question took aback Aaron. "Why? Is checking taxes now a lawyer's responsibility?"
Jacob looked more serious. "It's everyone's responsibility!"
Feeling intimidated by the imposing aura of the prominent lawyer, Aaron stood stiffly and didn't dare say another word.
Abigail couldn't help but chuckle and gave Aaron a subtle look.
Aaron cleared his throat and said, "Uh... Mr. Welsh, please rest assured. I've always been a law-abiding artist."
"Is that so?" Jacob squinted. "You're still single, right? Do you have any rumored girlfriends? I hope there won't be any cheating scandals that implicate Abigail one day?"
"Mr. Welsh, what are you talking about?" Aaron winced, sweat forming on his forehead.
Jacob's voice turned stern. "I'm saying, watch out!"
He cleared his throat and stood closer to Abigail to physically block her. His expression was wary and hostile.
Abigail's heart thumped. She could smell Jacob's aftershave from being so close to him. Looking at his pressed suit jacket, she imagined a future where she could put the jacket on him, pass him his briefcase, and send him off every morning...
She couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes filled with him and her anticipation for the future.
"Mr. Welsh, I don't quite understand what you mean..." Aaron grimaced. "I..."
"I mean, I'm Ms. Fox's personal lawyer!" Jacob emphasized the word "personal". "If you dare to do anything illegal or improper, you should stay away from Ms. Fox. Otherwise, I'll ensure you end up behind bars!"
"Uh, I..." Even Aaron, slow on the uptake, understood the situation now. He forced a smile and turned to hurriedly disappear into the crowd.
Jacob watched in the direction he left, standing righteously like Abigail's guardian.
Abigail looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a wave of sweetness.
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